Sleight of Hand - Sex Stories

Sleight of Hand

... enjoy that but I don’t want to impose.” “Nonsense. Feel free to get changed and then just hangout. Think of it as seeing a ‘sneak preview’ to a much bigger show.” Jenna smiled. She reached forward and put her hand on his shoulder. “Well, okay. If you insist…” she trailed off as her hand gently brushed along the full length of his arm before separating just above his wrist. She turned around to walk away but could feel his eyes on her as she made her way back to the dressing area. Jenna did her best to move with a sexy strut, shaking her ass in the short skirt just ever so. Electricity seemed to be crawling over her skin, knowing that his gaze was on her body. The juices from her pussy could be felt as her hips brushed with every step, reminding her of just how immensely she was enjoying this whole experience. When she arrived to the back room she shut the door behind her and leaned against it. Closing her eyes, Jenna moaned quietly and began to rub her hands over her neck and face. Imagining that her hands were Tristan’s, she slowly squeezed her breasts and arched her back, feeling the weight of her body slowly become too great for her knees to bear. She crouched slightly, leaning against the door all the more, and let her hands travel down to the hem of her skirt. “Mmm… Tristan,” she quietly whispered. Lifting up her skirt she looked down and could see the faint, dark outline of her wet pussy though the fabric of her black cotton panties. Jenna slowly rubbed up and down ...

... though the fabric and thought about the way his hands and touched and posed her. Her clit was throbbing for attention at this point so she pulled her underwear aside and gave it some direct attention. Rubbing herself just the way she liked, she leaned her head back and let out a slow, sustained breath. With her free hand she fondled her breasts and imagined Tristan kissing her neck and chest while his expert hands played with her aching pussy. She bit her lip, thinking back to the way he made her feel when he first put her in cuffs. Her wrists were still a bit sore but the pain was delicious and made her miss the restraints with every bitter sweet movement of her hands. “Oh fuck me,” she softly gasped, her finger plunging into her wet pussy. Jenna finger-fucked herself, feeling her orgasm well up inside of her. The fabric was becoming too distracting to hold over so she paused momentarily and quickly stripped them off. One hand returned to her sensitive clit and the other worked furiously to pump in and out of her dripping folds. Her hips began to buck, her breathing became desperate, and she felt her body grow warm and wild with pleasure. She bit her lip and tried her best to muffle the screams which were attempting to escape as her body teetered on the cusp. Reminding herself that the man she longed for was right outside was enough to send her crashing over the edge and make her abdominal muscles spasm with cascading force. “OH, OH FUCK,” she mouthed inaudibly before collapsing ...